Saturday, March 5, 2011

Winter, not far from Ave T.

I drew it on aged piece of watercolor paper, cut it with my mother's ivory knife. I used sepia ink and green Kuretake H20, and for touches of red Twin Kuretake brush pen. I wanted to show sort of nostalgic feeling, when you appreciate every shadow, every crumb of dirty snow and present always turn into past.

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